u/OddChannel3451

I’m 35, f and recently opened up about memories I have of my female music teacher molesting me. She always told my mom how cute I was and how I was so behaved. She told her I was her favorite. She did my hair for recitals and my mom would say “you have her snowed” but I remember dancing in a circle with my classmates and her pulling me into her body and whispering in my ear things like “you’re my favorite” my mom would let her watch me after school. I don’t remember why but my parents did anything to not be parents. I have so many memories of emerging from her dark closet back out into her classroom when we were alone. Before that my dad’s best friend showed me porno magazines with my dad present then my dad takes me into my room with the magazine. I remember being on the bed and him running out of the room with the magazine. I have no memories of the actual molestations I’ve blocked those out,but I have severe body memories. I hate oral sex with a passion. So I know it was done to me inappropriately. I became a heroin addict and a sex worker. All the tell tale signs of sexual abuse. I hate my life because some perverts thought it was ok to touch a little girl. I’m on methadone now and have been off drugs since 2019. Some people dont consider that clean but at least im not injecting heroin and getting paid for sex anymore. Sometimes i wonder what life would have been like If i wasnt touched as a child.

Hello all, I’m a 35 year old recovering iv H user. Been clean since 2019. But I’m basically just spinning my wheels going no where. I rented a room for 4 years which took 3/4 paycheck
car insurance, food. My parents are worse off so I had no help. So my aunt (dad’s sister) suggested I move down to Florida. And she would help me get on my feet. She’s lived here on and off since 1992. She’s a widow husband died in 2009. She hasn’t been with or lived with anyone since. Well I move in and she becomes obsessed with what I’m doing where I’m going etc. I started talking to a guy, first guy in 7 years. She hated him from the very mention of him. She hasn’t met him either. I think it’s because he takes me away from the apartment and she can’t watch me. Well anyway yesterday she said “I hope you said thank you to bob (that’s not his real name) our upstairs neighbor, I said yes I tell him thank you all the time he buys us toilet paper and paper towel from the airforce base Commisary. She’s like did you tell him happy birthday? I said no I don’t know him like that I didn’t even know it was his birthday. She goes “well you didn’t know tom (not his real name) either but you jumped into bed with him. I was stunned. She totally took that waaaay too far and for no reason at all. I said why would you say something vile like that ? I would never say anything like that to you. She didn’t saying. I was so beyond hurt. She took that in a whole different direction. We were talking about wishing someone happy birthday and she ends up calling me a whore.
This was a shortened version.

Obsessed aunt calls me a whore for sleeping with first guy I met in 7 years. Over not saying happy birthday to the neighbor

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It seems like when I reach out to see him he acts like it’s such an inconvenience and he’s annoyed etc. but I purposely went all day without texting him and he texts me “lol” I said what he said “you just haven’t text me all day” then I’ll try to hangout and I’ll text him and he wont respond and ill say “nvm then” then he immediately text back. Then when were together he says “ill see you monday” so today i said when do you wanna get together? He ignores me all day then says “i said maybe” like wtf what does he fucking want?!??? He will recite texts he never replied to so i know hes reading them all. I just want this to end. It hurts so bad.

Since meeting this guy I’ve lost 15 lbs. I just cannot bring myself to eat which is like a month ago. My stomach is always in knots I drink protein shakes to just stay alive. I think about him all day. I’m absolutely obsessed and i can’t stand it. He’s broke, doesn’t have a car, rents a room, not attractive whatsoever but I can’t shake this. He barely engages with me. I always text first. But I just want him. Anyone else lose weight?

So I’ve been talking to this guy since March. He’s my coworker son. We just have a lot in common according to her well I met up with him a handful of times we had sex twice and I am obsessed with this guy, he’s not attractive. He’s broke no car, but I feel like I would give him every penny and die for him, but he asked me too. I had no idea what was going on because this is not me and I found the term Limerence I’ve lost 12 pounds since I’ve met him cause I can’t eat. How did you guys get over it? The reason I put it in heartbreak is because he barely talks to me and I cry all the time. I’m always the first to text. I just feel crazy. I

I’ve only known this guy for a few months. I met
Him through my coworker. We had sex once and it was fine afterwards. Then slowly he stopped
Responding and is sending one word reply’s. Nothing significant happened so I’m confused. What did I do? And why does it hurt so much?

I used my amazing manipulation skills and convinced my doctor to prescribe me benzodiazepines. She didn’t want to. I knew what I was going to do. I took half of my 30 1mg Ativan’s (15) in one day. I was off work so I stayed home. The next day I took the other half and drove to work. Obviously blacked out, I made it. On my lunch hour I drove to my normal gas station sleep spot cuz I hate my life and sleep whenever I can. I must have been driving crazy cuz someone called the cops on me. I was asleep when he arrived. Thank god for the workers at the gas station telling the cop I always came to the gas station to sleep or i would have went to jail. I don’t remember any of this. The cop wouldn’t let me drive away drowsy so I called my coworker. I scared the shit out of all my coworkers cuz I was acting crazy as hell. They told my boss I was suicidal my two work friends cried. This is what I was told. I remember none of it. It was awful. 😣 I just want to die all the time. I don’t want to go back to heroin but I’m on my way. Why do I feel like this? It never goes away. 6 years off drugs this feeling never left. I know I put a lot of people in danger. And I’m sorry.